The Wait is Over

Well, after a couple of years (yes...literally 2 years this month) of waiting, we now have a brand new floor in our house!  It looks wonderful, trust me.

So, if you read my post (A Night to Remember) back in Oct. of '12, you can see that we started taking out the kitchen and bathroom floor.  That was a very happy day, for I thought we were starting the process of getting a new floor.  And it did get the ball rolling.

A while back in this year, Dad and Mom started looking for flooring a little harder and finally decided on some kinds while I was gone to my grandparents' house.  Makes you wonder if I make things take longer...I'm joking...I think.  Anyway, with the flooring picked out, it was just the installing away from being done.  And October 3rd of this year was that day.

The floor men came out, after having made a bunch of other trips for measuring and looking it over.  They got right to work and began pulling up the old carpet.

Fact: the carpet was the original carpet from when this house was built in 1978, so just imagine how dirty it got.  Sorry, no pictures of the dirt piles they swept up.  It was nasty.

After the carpet was pulled off the concrete floor, they finished scraping and began laying the glue.  We decided to make the living room into two rooms so to speak, so the new floor--which looks like wood planks; however, it's made of vinyl--only lays in front of our fireplace.  It looks impressive.

Since we had pulled up the kitchen floor in '12 they just put down the glue and laid the rock-looking vinyl.  That floor looked a little too busy, but we couldn't change now.  We also put our brand (what we mark our cattle with to show ownership) in the kitchen floor.

They left for the day and came back the next morning.  The rest of the carpet came out of the living room and "library."  They laid new carpet (brownish; it changes with different lights) in the living room and library.  Thankfully, the carpet mellowed out the busyness of the kitchen floor.

I must say, we couldn't have had better floor laying men.  Those two guys were funny, though they spoke Spanish so we couldn't understand any jokes, they were gentle with our belongings, and seemed to know what they were doing. 

Now, we have a very homey house and just sitting here looking at the new couches and floor, with the orange glow from the lamps, makes it all feel wonderful.  Our living room could go in a magazine--really!  : )